The Beautiful Spring Came; And When Nature

The Slave Girl Is Reared In An Atmosphere Of Licentiousness And Fear.

There Are Wrongs Which Even The Grave Does Not Bury.

My Master Had Power And Law On His Side; I Had A Determined Will. There Is Might In Each.

But I Now Entered On My Fifteenth Year - A Sad Epoch In The Life Of A Slave Girl. My Master Began To Whisper Foul Words In My Ear. Young As I Was, I Could Not Remain Ignorant Of Their Import

I Would Rather Drudge Out My Life On A Cotton Plantation, Till The Grave Opened To Give Me Rest, Than To Live With An Unprincipled Master And A Jealous Mistress.